18 months

My little girl had her 18-month check-up yesterday. I can't believe she is almost 2. Sheesh. So far, she is still healthy and growing and doing everything a normal 18-month old should do.

Her measurements are good - 33 inches long/tall - that's 90th percentile! There is hope after all that she may be taller than me. That makes me happy! Give her at least 2-3 more inches, I want those gams to be nice and long!

24 pounds - 50th percentile. I must say we're doing good with her eating habits. Although, she is beginning to become a bit more of a pickier eater. My baby who once loved all veggies refuses to eat anything green. Made some green beans the other night, even put a little sprinkle of cheese and some salt, and nope...still not going in her mouth. At least she is still good with her fruits and only drinking water and milk. She gets her occassional watered down soda, but for the most part, I think we are instilling in her good eating habits. I hope we can keep it up.

We got handouts on disciplining, time-outs and of course, potty training. She knows what the potty is and she is beginning to start to pull at her clothes when she is wet or dirty. She walks to her room and gets a diaper after she poops most times. That's a good sign. I think we will start with the basics ---reading potty books, talking about going, in the next few months. Hopefully by 2 she can be halfway there. All I know is that I am ready to save some money on diapers. Geez, those things are expensive!!

One (hypenhated) word. TIME-OUTS. This little girl. She has perfected the art of throwing a tantrum. We are going to start this time out thing - 1 minute per age in years. We'll start with one minute and see how it goes. I hope it works. She needs to learn that she can't always get her way, or that extra cookie, or that candy cane. And she has to start realizing that we HAVE to leave places! She just started this. First, my mom came over and she freaked out - the worst I have seen yet, for about 10 minutes because my mom left. And then at the NYE party, when we tried to put on her sweater. This was a mild one and it only lasted a few minutes. When we left Gymboree, she fought me for 5 minutes getting into her car seat. Arching the back, flailing, screaming, kicking, turning - the works. So...I am looking forward to implementing some discipline and I hope it works!

Here are some new pictures - courtesy of Daddy

Daddy decided to draw some whiskers on her while Mommy was getting ready for the NYE party.

Whiskers